Sometimes in a little shoe box The ones she wore as a toddler Friends of the golden spool and proud thimble They never belong. Twisted up...

The waves in my ears Like the ocean Crash upon me with a force so extreme That they move the earth. Click click click clack click The key...

To take the wrong road Is to arrive at an impass And go left And commit to 4 brief lifetimes of fire and brimstone To take the wrong road...

The anger that breaks women down into girls That breaks girls down into equals Reminds us that we are the same. The anger that pushes mot...

You didn’t know it then but the mother you adored was a victim and someday soon you would be the victim in her place. You couldn’t have b...

A poet moves in the word The way his fingers move across a keyboard He sails through the impetuous rapids of grief And floats across the ...